Goodbye

The memory of a memory
like the echo of an echo
is useless as the word
Forgetting now forgotten.

Wild Blue Yonder

Blue. Baby blue. Electric blue. Powder blue, sky blue, aquamarine, sapphire, azure, navy, teal, turquoise. Blue. But this blue was different. This wasn't just a color. The blue above, framed in whipped and billowing clouds, this blue extended beyond. Beyond me, beyond my life, but not beyond my joy. My joy extended, transcended everything. It washed over and through everything, like the mighty sweep of a tidal wave. And it washed in everything, lacing through the pious arteries of the universe. It swirled with the great pulsing blue above me, the sky alive. My joy, alive in the vital exalted space. The blue. His eyes were blue...

the diagnosis

No. No. A horror of the black empty void of her future made her cry out No. No! The silent scream of her soul drowned out all--all memories, all past, all present, all reality--all, except the blank prospect presented to her now. No. No. She recoiled from the brink of this bottomless cliff. She refused. She would not! No. No!
Stage four cancer. Six months. No. No! Not her brother!